I Remind Him Of His Ex-Wife

Our friend Dennis was on a visit from Chicago to friends. He would stay with his former psychiatrist in Eau Claire, WI but spend an afternoon and evening with us in the small city where we all met.

Bill and I came to the university to teach. Dennis and Dora came there for her to get a degree in home economics. Dennis got a job teaching in elementary school and later in a school for disturbed youth. Dora was in Bill's Modern America Writers class, took a liking to him and decided that Dennis would like to meet him.

Bill and I were in our mid-twenties; Dennis and Dora were about two years older and had already been married for a few years. We were just becoming friends when, after a whirlwind romance, Bill and I, Jennifer, got married. Had we known that our friendship would increase during the next three years, we would have invited them to the wedding.

Bill had brought out my subconscious inclination to be sexually submissive. Obedience to my husband to please him gave me permission to indulge in tempting sexual adventures. I enjoyed feeling that men found me desirable, as long as I had a husband to protect me from being ravished. I never imagined that a day would come when he would want to see me excite another man to ravish me!

Dennis was about 5'9", husky with curly blonde hair. Dora was an inch or two taller than my 5'. She had long, brown hair, brown eyes and a heart-shaped face. I had short, blonde hair and blue eyes. We had similar shapes: voluptuous, with large breasts, plump asses, and shapely legs. We both wore short skirts and dresses. Being short-waisted, we wore empire waist dresses with the waist of the dress just under our breasts. That style and short hems made our legs look longer visa vie our short stature.

After they returned to their native Chicago, Dennis got a job with CTA as a bus driver. Dora wanted a career and became restive. We wondered about their compatibility, because Dennis was an intellectual who read a lot of science, psychology and most of all, philosophy. He loved classical music. Dora preferred cooking, sewing and pop music. Dennis had gone to Catholic schools but no longer practiced--except for the tenets that liberals most detest: not only was he opposed to abortion, but he was also opposed to contraception. Sex was inextricably bound to guilt. It was meant for procreation. When he discovered that Dora was secretly on the Pill, he had a fit!

A few years, later, she drained their bank account to finance a trip to Belgium, where she had a male pen pal! Apparently, the pen pal was flabbergasted to find her on his doorstep. Chivalry required him to invite her to stay in his apartment.

Dora had a grand romance imagined for them. He was between girlfriends and decided to use her a while for sex, since she seemed to be panting for it. By the end of seven nights of lust, Dora realized that he had no space in his life for her, and she had no future for a career in Belgium. She returned. Dennis forgave her and begged her to stay, but she filed for divorce.

Dennis was devastated. He continued to hope that his wife would return to him. His obsession with her and his fear of rejection by another woman left him longing at a distance for unattainable women: too young, married, married to careers, and a lesbian for his best woman friend. He advanced at work from driving a bus to administration. He was now free to pursue, mostly in night classes, an M. A. in philosophy.

Now, we were all in our forties. Soon, Dennis would be at our door. We would hug. Bill would take him on a tour of our spring yard. We would talk until it was time to dine out.

The temperature was in the 70s, so I wore a short skirt and a sleeveless blouse. Dennis had taken up smoking, lost weight and grew a small moustache. We hugged. Bill told me that men love to hug big-breasted women, especially when there is not a lot of fabric between them. Dennis also kissed my cheek. He and Bill hugged. Our Scottish terrier also greeted him.

For dining out, at Bill's insistence, I changed into my cocktail dress, which came to mid-thigh, was cut slow to display a generous sample of cleavage from its built-in bra, and sleeveless. Sitting in the back seat of our car, Dennis could not see how far my skirt rode up my naked thighs. Bill found the flawless skin of my legs much sexier bare than covered by tights. I certainly did feel their nakedness.

At the restaurant, we shared a bottle of cabernet. While awaiting our meals, Bill and then Dennis danced with me. Dancing close during our waltz, I felt Dennis growing a hardon for me. He apologized and held me further away.

Back home, Bill made Manhattans for us, and we sat on the couch with me between them. Seeing how far up my thighs my skirt had crept, I said,

"Maybe I should change clothes."

Bill said, "Let's all enjoy seeing you dressed up for a while yet."

Dennis agreed, "That dress is beautiful and you look beautiful in it!"

"Then I'll need more fuel! Is there any of the Manhattan mix left?"

Bill re-filled my glass and left the shaker on our coffee table with another drink left in it. The guys seemed generously to let me have all of it.

Bill asked, "Dennis, how's your sex life? Are you dating?"

"My sex life is zilch. I have my lesbian friend, you know, and there are a few women friends I occasionally date, but I'm not romantically attracted to them. I'm still hung up on Dora."

"Dora looked rather sexy. Once, we stopped at your apartment on impulse and found her wearing a tight knit top with no bra. Her nipples were erect."

"She was sexy!"

"I noticed that she and Jennifer had similar figures."

"I noticed that too! Once she teased me about the similarity and asked if I'd like to have sex with Jennifer. I said I was satisfied with her. She said swapping wives might be fun, so I guess she was attracted to you, Bill!"

"You must be dying for a piece of ass!" Bill blurted.

"Prostitutes don't appeal to me. I don't want to make a pass at a woman acquaintance and be rejected. Dora is a constant reminder of my failure and rejection."

"Who wants the last of the Manhattan mix? I've already had twice as much as you two."

"Finish it! Alcohol reduces her inhibitions and makes her horny."

"Honestly, Bill!"

"I'm just being honest, dear."

"You're being candid, frank, when you could just keep your mouth shut!"

"I think it's time for a retreat, to the bathroom."

With Bill off scene, Dennis confided more and became maudlin.

"I still love her! Every night, I miss having her in bed with me! She was good in bed and nearly always ready for sex, and her luscious body easily aroused me!"

Dennis began to cry.

"I'm sorry to spoil our evening!"

I embraced him. He wrapped both arms around me. I kissed his cheek. He kissed mine. Our lips met. He apologized. What are women friends for, I thought, if they can't provide some physical affection. His right hand slid down my side to rest on my bare thigh. I grasped his wrist and moved his hand to caress me up and down. Soon, his hand moved up and up. I was becoming worried and excited. He apologized again.

"It's been so long!"

"Since you even felt up a woman?"

"Yes!"

"You may continue. Actually, Bill's favourite sexual fantasy is about me exciting a man to feel me up and get me so excited that I let him fuck me."

"Really? Wow!"

"He says it is a common fantasy for men who have been married for years and years. Seeing the wife excite another man renews their excitement about their wives. I'm not saying you can fuck me, although I can feel that you're ready, but for fun, let's see whether this is just fantasy for Bill or if he will enjoy watching you feel up his wife."

"Your body certainly does remind me of Dora's!"

"As much as you've seen of me!" I giggled.

Then I saw Bill furtively peeking around the corner at us. When he caught my eye, he extracted his penis to show how much he liked what I was letting our friend do to me!

Dennis stroked my bare arms, giving me goosebumps and kissed me again. He kissed the juncture of my neck and shoulder. He kissed the exposed swell of my breasts. I grasped his cock and held onto it while he explored my body.

"Thank you! Thank you! I love you for giving me this pleasure!"

"You may do what you want to me, except fuck me, unless Bill wants to see you to do that to me, too."

"Oh, I couldn't do all of this with your husband, my friend watching us!"

"If what Bill says is true, when a man is coupled with a woman, nothing short of being shot out of the saddle, will stop him until he cums in her."

He laughed.

"You have such an exciting body and say such exciting things that, if I were coupled with you, I'd prove the truth of what he said."

With that, he unzipped my dress down the back while I leaned forward to help. Stripping me to the waist, he exposed my breasts with their aureoles and nipples engorged with arousal. He cupped my breasts, squeezed, and massaged them. I gasped and moaned encouragingly as naughty thrills shot through me. He kissed them and sucked my nipples even more erect.

I glanced over his shoulder to see my husband stroking his cock while he enjoyed the sex show I was giving him. I worried that, carried away by lust, he would be led by his penis to invite Dennis to fuck me as the ultimate thrill!

"I'd better stop, while I still can! Bill should be back any moment!"

"Should we just sit here, with me half naked or undo what you have so passionately done?"

"That seems a shame!" Bill announced as he stepped forward.

"Oh, god, Bill, I'm so sorry! I've been so deprived and Jennifer has been so kind that I'm acting depraved! Please forgive me!"

"Forgive you for appreciating the beauty and sexuality of my dear wife? Are you aroused, dear?"

"Yes!"

"Is Dennis aroused?"

"He certainly is!"

"If you would honestly like to see my wife naked, I will finish undressing her for you. It should be stimulating for all of us."

"And then what?" I asked.

"I could give you two some privacy for nature to take its course."

"A course of intercourse? I need another drink to go that far!"

"How about you, Dennis, or are you sufficiently intoxicated by the expectation of seeing all of her charms revealed?"

"I'm sufficiently intoxicated with her that my lust will likely prevail."

My hand was shaking as I held my third Manhattan. Dennis held my wrist so that I wouldn't spill any of it and absorb the full effect. Should I guzzle it or delay? Bill told me to stand up and let my dress fall off. Dennis, always the gentleman, held me by my breasts so I could step out of it. I sat down, like a condemned woman, condemned to male lust, and finished my drink in just the bikini panties that came with the dress.

Bill asked me to stand and walk to the other side of the coffee table and face Dennis. He then peeled my bikini panties down to my ankles and held me up while I stepped out of them. My face felt hot and a felt a hot flush down my chest as my husband exhibited me like a slave, a sex slave. I felt embarrassment, shame and arousal. It would be humiliating if Dennis could resist me.

"As far as I'm concerned, use her, with my blessing, to satisfy your sexual frustration, temporarily at least. I'll leave the two of you alone to decide whether or not to fuck. Just in case, I'll bring you our "sex" towel to protect the couch or the carpet."

As soon as Bill left the room, I invited Dennis.

"You must be extremely frustrated. I know a man needs sex often. You're welcome to use me. I'm aroused at the chance to satisfy your desires, at least for a night."

Dennis rose, walked to me and embraced me. We had an open-mouthed kiss. While he clutched and squeezed my buttocks. He grasped and squeezed my breasts. He kissed them and sucked my nipples. Then he knelt at my feet, as if in worship of my womanhood. He grabbed my ass again and began kissing my pussy, nuzzling his way through my pubic hair to lick my labia apart. He was smelling and tasting my arousal. I felt my knees weaken.

"You'd better lay me, somewhere, before I fall!"

Either way, I was about to become a "fallen woman." He led me back to sit on the couch, moved the coffee table away, and again went down on his knees to me. He pulled my legs wide apart and over his shoulders. He ate my pussy like a famished man.

"Oh, that feels good! Penetrate me with your finger, too! Lick me and finger-fuck me! Oh, yes!"

What had begun as pity sex on my part, was becoming a guilty pleasure! Dennis was quickly learning his way around my body. After several minutes of this delightful treatment, I screamed and gushed my love juices! We both knew that I was ready and wanting to be fucked He dropped his pants and ripped his undershorts in his haste to get at me. I decided to give him the royal treatment and sat up to give his cock a friendly suck. It was circumcised like my husband's and about the same length.

"Oh, god! Oh, god! That feels wonderful, but stop!"

I lay at length on my back and spread my legs for him but ambivalently covered my eyes with a forearm in shame of committing adultery. Then he mounted me. I guided his cock down my particular path. When he penetrated me, we both moaned. Bill would be unable to miss this sex show. He must be spying and listening. Was he chortling to hear how overexcited we were to couple? A second thrust brought Dennis halfway home. He paused, probably to keep from a premature ejaculation. I patiently waited for him to possess me, because I didn't want him to go off half-cocked, either!

Calmed down, he gave me one more desperate thrust and possessed me. I had another orgasm. Dave groaned loudly and began ejaculating a lot, judging from how many times I felt his cock jerk as he squirted his semen into me. Did I hear him whisper "Dora!" as he fucked his first load of sperm into my belly?

"Oh, god, Jennifer, I can't thank you enough for this wonderful gift! I'll thank Bill, too. I just sorry that I didn't last longer."

"Possession is nine tenths of the law, they say. As long as you possess me, you can fuck me again. I sure hope I can excite you to do it again and satisfy me!"

We lay coupled, while Dennis caressed my thighs and breasts. After about ten minutes, I felt his cock stir, grow and fill my pussy again, which was most gratifying! He reared up onto his knees, grasped my big breasts and began to fuck me with authority. I hoped that my husband was witnessing how much I excited another man and much he appreciated my body and sexiness.

Dennis took his time to savor our sexual union and to make sure that I received a good, long fucking this time. Gradually, he increased his pace and force, which excited me to wrap my legs around him and lift my hips to meet his amorous thrusts.

My psychological excitement of submitting to adulterous sex to please my husband, our friend, and finally, me, brought me another orgasm. Dennis rutted proudly between my thighs, as if we were mating. I brought him to a powerful jerking, spurting climax. He collapsed onto me. Sex to orgasm often makes a man sleepy. Dennis did not want to uncouple from me. Perhaps he knew that women want to enjoy the afterglow of sexual union. I guess we both dozed off in our satiety.

I awoke first and began to evaluate. Now that the two men had broken me into submit to and enjoy being shared, would they expect Dennis to use me whenever he visited us? Why would I object to such exciting and pleasurable experiences?

Finally, Dennis awoke. We kissed. I said he should spend the night in our guest bedroom. After he left, I got up, holding the towel to keep his sperm from leaking out. I was headed to the bathroom when Bill waylaid me.

"I'm full of Dennis's sperm! He fucked a lot of it into me. Let me clean up before you fuck me, too!"

"I find you more exciting with your cunt full of adulterous sperm!"

Eager to lay me, he helped me onto our bed, keeping the towel between my legs until I was able to lie on my back. He was naked when he crawled between my legs and spread them wide. He was fascinated to see my labia inflamed and engorged with sexual excitement and a blob of adulterous sperm oozing from my entrance. He sniffed me. Then he mounted me and possessed me in one furious thrust.

"How do you like sloppy seconds, actually sloppy thirds?"

"You feel amazing! You've never been so sexy! I'm extremely excited by you, but you're so lubricated that I feel I can fuck you for a long time before giving you a third cream pie."

While we passionately fucked, I couldn't resist asking sexy questions.

"Now that we let Dennis use me, and he enjoyed me so much, he may hope to use me whenever he visits us. He may even want to visit us more often. Do you want me to let him use me whenever he wants?"

"Must you say such sexy things? You'll make me cum sooner! Yes, I want you to let him use you for sex. I hope he visits more often so that he can use you more often. Maybe, you restored his confidence so that he will find a woman back in Chicago to share his bed."

"Would you be disappointed not to see him fuck me again and again?"

"We've made exciting memories tonight, and maybe Dennis will help us to make some more before he replaces Dora, permanently."

"You know, I haven't been fucked three times in one night since our first year of marriage!"

"Do you like getting fucked three times tonight?"

"What do you think?"

I lifted my hips to meet his urgent thrusts.

Again, I was so psychologically aroused to fulfill my husband's most exciting fantasy and physically excited by the passionate fucking he gave me that I had another orgasm, my fourth of the night!

Dave visited us again just in time to give me a Merry Christmas fuck. He wished he could have stayed long enough to fuck the new year into me, too. In the heat of his lust, he even wistfully said he wished he lived here so that he could fuck me two or three times a week! Bill said I was now woman enough to satisfy two men.

I wondered how Dennis explained to his other friend why he had decided to sleep at our house. We talked on the phone with him once a week. Often, Bill would ask if he'd gotten a piece of ass yet. No. I worried that he was becoming obsessed with me to exorcise the spirit of dastardly Dora!